A few days later, Xiniu Hezhou, the corner of Lingshan.

Taoist Wen Jing covered his left shoulder, his pretty face was pale and bloodless, and his breath was fluctuating, and the blood-colored gauze skirt on his body looked more and more bright.

Behind the Wenjing Taoist, a man and a woman turned into a ferocious beast of Hongmeng kneeled on one knee, each with injuries;

The man who turned into a ferocious beast had mostly been indented in his chest, and his bones were broken around his injuries. At this moment, he was full of mana.

After careful identification, the injury of the mouth of the pot was exactly the outline of a cow's hoof...

The atmosphere was slightly depressing.

There was a ferocious beast in front of the man Wen Jing’s body, and the pressure on it had not yet dissipated.

His body was more than two feet long, like a black-haired ferocious bear. His body was incomplete and unrecognizable. It was obvious that he suffered a storm-like attack before his death.

On the other side of the body, several figures sat in the shadows, all of whom were patched in robes.

An old Taoist looked at the shoulders covered by Taoist Wen Jing, and said in suspicion:

"Qingniu? Laojun's mount?

Just a mount, will you beat you like this?"

Taoist Wen Jing hurriedly said, "Associate Master, that green cow is very powerful, and it is an ancient alien species, which is quite difficult to deal with!

He had a steel ring in his hand, which was a secret treasure made by Laojun. He could collect all kinds of magic weapons that could be used. He also had a fan. In just a moment, he slapped us out of the sky..."

"Damn it!"

A famous short and fat old Taoist next to him, Ling Ling cursed: "The Yuan Tu Jian was unable to be retrieved. You were so embarrassed by a mount. What's the use of Lingshan? "

"Associate leader, yes, it's the God of Water!"

Behind Wen Jing, the woman who turned into a ferocious beast immediately shouted:

"It was the Heavenly Court Water God who took action. He must have calculated this matter and ambushed around the traitor's iron fan early!"

The five old Taoists looked at each other a few times, and the old Taoist in the middle said in a deep voice:

"This is serious?"

Wen Jing frowned and pursed her lips, silent.

The woman shouted in a trembling voice: "Please spare your life, this matter is absolutely true!

I will definitely not admit my mistake in that aura of rhyme. Now there is only a water god in the three realms of paper people!"

The old Taoists' eyes suddenly became sharp.

The short and fat old Taoist who was used to pretending to be a black face immediately cursed: "Hmph! What a literary politeness, why did you hide it before and not report it?"

Taoist Wen Jing was a little reluctant to speak but stopped, and hesitated in his beautiful eyes, as if he was weighing something.

The man who turned into a ferocious beast looked up at Wen Jing's back, and a little sneered across the corner of his mouth, so he said in a low voice as if it were difficult:

"Associate leader, please don't blame Commander Wenjing for this!

At that time, the water god appeared, and we were in a hurry. It was the incarnation of the water god that Commander Wen Jing took action to kill, so that we could escape smoothly and come back to report this to the deputy leader."

"What did you say?"

An old Taoist immediately stood up, stared at him, and shouted: "Wenjing, did you really kill the incarnation of the Water God?"

Taoist Wen Jing turned his head and glared at the man, who immediately lowered his head, as if he was quite frightened.

Really? A contest between senior actors.

"Damn it!"

The short and fat old man shouted and scolded: "The teacher has been desperate a few days ago. In the past century, you must not provoke the water god Li Changgeng. Wen Jing, you know this, and even took action to kill the water god incarnation!

The water god will revenge and will be scheming. He will definitely take revenge on our Lingshan!"

Another old Taoist sighed, "Wen Jing, do you know that a senior brother once destroyed the incarnation of the Water God, which was awful. The Jie Sect Zhao Gongming targeted him. At that time, the Water God had not yet gained power.

Now the Water God has to seal Taibai Jinxing, and is in charge of the great disaster... Are you still afraid of him, so you have less hatred for us?"

Taoist Wen Jing slowly closed his narrow phoenix eyes, with a little helplessness in his eyes and a little ridiculous.

She sighed softly and said:

“If we don’t kill the incarnation of the Water God, we may not be able to come back here;

If the deputy leader thinks that Wen Jing has done something wrong, Wen Jing will be punished by himself.

But in the end, I felt a little dissatisfied.

He was just a golden fairyland incarnated there. If we don’t kill him, we will not be able to survive. Why can’t we kill him?"

"Wenjing, who are you shaking your face? You!"

The short and fat old Taoist with a bad temper was scolding loudly, and suddenly he sighed softly, and the old Taoist's loud voice came to an abrupt end.

A figure in a gray robe appeared strangely in front of the Taoist Wen Jing.

There is no trace of the universe!

Several old Taoists stood up quickly and hurriedly bowed to the gray-robed figure, saying:

"teacher."

Taoist Wen Jing trembled and immediately lowered his head and knelt down, not daring to look up at the old Taoist in gray robe.

This breath, this faint pressure...

The true pillar of Western religion, the six saints’ guide to Taoist people!

"Wenjing pays homage to the great leader!"

"Yeah," Jie Yin responded, his hands hanging down beside him, his body was slightly hunched, "Raise your head."

A few drops of cold sweat emerged from Taoist Wenjing's pale cheeks, and the heart of Tao was cold.

The pressure of the saint, the secret in her heart, was so close that her heart was almost instantly lost.

But after all, she was a vicious mosquito Taoist who was born and the world. The Hongmeng beast that walked out of the sea of ​​blood. Her heart was really tough. At this moment, she slowly raised her head, and her pupils were constantly trembling in her narrow phoenix eyes.

The eyelids are half-hung, and that gaze seems to be able to see through Wen Jing’s heart of Tao!

Wen Jing didn't dare to say anything at all at this time, and his heart was blank. He forced himself to think about the situation of the small world war a few days ago...

The violent green bull tear the ferocious beast with both hands;

She pulled the paper Taoist of the Water God in a flash...

"Don't be afraid."

The Taoist in charge said this, took a step forward, bypassed the figure of Taoist Wenjing, and went to the man who turned into a ferocious beast.

"look up."

The man who was bowing his head and leaning over shook his Adam's apple, quickly raised his head and looked at the saint...

After a while, the wide sleeves of the Taoist robe at the Taoist robe swung gently, and the man's eyes instantly lost their light, and his body suddenly collapsed, turning into a small pile of fine black sand.

There is no more fluctuation in the creatures.

The Taoist in charge of the Taoist whispered: "Wen Jing has been promoted to the top of the Dark Guardian."

After saying that, the figure of the Taoist Master gradually faded away, and dissipated with the wind as the old Taoists received the order.

Taoist Wen Jing looked pale and almost collapsed to the ground.

But there was a smile on her lips and she leaned over to thank her in the depths of Lingshan.

"Wenjing thanks Master!"

The old Taoists had a slightly complicated expression. When they looked at the graceful figure of Taoist Wen Jing, they showed a gentle smile.

The short and fat old Taoist who just scolded Wen Jing, flicked his sleeves and turned around and walked away.

Half an hour later, Wen Jing Taoist's cave.

A wisp of mosquito sound passed by, and Taoist Wen Jing appeared, lay weakly on the bed, breathing a long sigh.

Horrible...

She felt like she had survived a disaster, and the passage she heard a few days ago came from the sound of Lord Water God...

No, I am already Lord Xingjun at this time.

[Wenjing, it's me.

The cow spirit in front of you is Laojun's mount, and its strength is above you.

Your identity cannot be exposed even in front of Laojun's cow.

Taking this opportunity, you might as well kill a paper Taoist, and then take one or two of my subordinates back to Lingshan to obtain the merits and consolidate your position in Lingshan.

Everything is adaptable and you don’t have to hesitate to take action against me later.]

On the bed, Taoist Wen Jing frowned slightly, feeling the impact of the saint's pressure just now, and his pale face quickly returned to rosy.

‘When will the adults want me to lurk in Western religion?

And what do you want me to do here?’

The first place is the Dark Guardian, one of the three major guardians of the Western Sect. Its status is second only to several deputy leaders and is still above ordinary saints' disciples.

Taoist Wenjing sighed quietly...

This errand is becoming increasingly difficult to do.

...

‘Wenjing should be fine.’

Xiao Qiongfeng, in the scroll of a mural in the underground secret room, Li Changshou's body was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

This time, I asked Taoist Wen Jing to "rashly take action" and kill him a paper Taoist to transform into a paper to get the merits. I was always a bit too aggressive and lacked peace of mind.

Although he thought he did it perfectly, he did it on purpose and could easily reveal a trace of flaws.

Forget it, it's useless to think too much.

Wen Jing should have returned to Lingshan at this time. She is a ferocious beast of Hongmeng and a cruel horn in the wilderness. If she encounters a dangerous situation, she will definitely be able to deal with it by herself. She doesn't have to worry too much about whether she will be exposed.

An old man from the prehistoric world who cherishes his life like Wen Jing will definitely not joke about her own life.

I am still worried that if the West teaches Wenjing too many benefits, Wenjing will be soft-hearted when the time comes in the future...

The immortal consciousness captured the beautiful figure of Ling'e coming from the clouds by the lake. Li Changshou sat back into the bamboo chair, closed his eyes and continued to deal with the funeral.

Qingniu and Iron Fan have also survived a "small disaster" this time.

On that day, the scene of this bull storm the Hongmeng beast made the iron fan look shocked...

Her educated youth bull is extremely powerful, but she didn't expect that she was so arrogant!

Aunt Wen, who had always been afraid of awe, was entrusted by her for life and sacrificed her love lover whom she had to protect, and was seriously injured with a palm...

The paper Taoist who appeared after the war in the Paper Taoist who said to the Iron Fan changed many of the inherent impressions of the Iron Fan.

"Iron Fan, you should also try to trust the people around you, and don't always take on everything by yourself.

Many difficult things that seem to you may be just small things for Senior Brother Qingniu.”

Instantly, Qingniu's family status has been improved by several levels!

"Brother".

At the end of this fierce battle in the valley, Qingniu, under the secret guidance of Li Changshou, swept the Xuanyin wind with a banana fan, and sent Taoist Wen Jing and the other two ferocious beasts tens of thousands of miles away.

Then, Qingniu hurriedly left the small world with the silver-haired girl who could not recover from her, and Li Changshou's paper Taoist, and returned straight to the Five Continents.

The iron fan was targeted by the Western religion, so naturally he could not continue to travel around the mountains and rivers.

And the most important thing is...

Qingniu has been wandering for so long, and it is time to return to his job.

Under Li Changshou's arrangement, the iron fan was sent to the Nanshanzhou Shang Tribe and handed over to Kong Xuan to take care of him. He happened to be reincarnated as a playmate with Qiqing.

The green ox will come down to earth every once in a while like Ao Yi, and gather with the iron fan;

If Laojun can get the answer, it would be fine if Qingniu stays in the mortal world for more time.

Half a day ago, Li Changshou had already entrusted the golden rope to the green cow and brought it back to the Tushita Palace.

The matter of [Looking for a Cattle] came to an end.

Having said that, why do you move so quickly with Qingniu and Uncle Zhao?

Do you really have no worries about the future disaster?

Li Changshou could only laugh at this. Taking advantage of the stability of the times, the Western religion was not happy and reviewed the arrangements for the great catastrophe of the gods several times.

When fighting with the sky, you must be cautious, and it is not an exaggeration to be stable even if you are a billion points.

Therefore, a more serious question was placed before Li Changshou.

Should he divide his energy into comprehending the eight or nine mysterious skills, and transforming from the previous "spoken practice" to "study hard", so as to enter the last two levels of realm?

Li Changshou had previously realized that the Eight Nine Profound Art is not perfect. For the human race, if the natural and powerful body of the Witch Clan is lacking, practicing the Eight Nine Profound Art will always be flawed.

However, the solution to this problem was entrusted by the Queen of Yan to Li Changshou.

The essence and blood of the ancestor witch.

Nine is the extreme of yang numbers, and eight is the extreme of yin numbers. For example, the statement of "Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams" also has many meanings.

Of course, it can also be understood as the name of the Eight Nine Profound Kung Fu, which means that there is a lack of "a little" and cannot return to the original world.

This may be due to the way of heaven, or perhaps the Queen Houtu could not deduce this technique to perfection. In the end, the essence and blood of the ancestor witches must be used to make up for the shortcomings.

Li Changshou tried to deduce it for a few days and found that the eight-nine Xuan Gong, which had the help of the ancestor witches, had a huge power difference from the eight-nine Xuan Gong, which had no help of the ancestor witches.

If you can get the help of the ancestor witch's essence and blood and practice this mysterious skill to the extreme, you can have another magical power-

As long as the soul is not dead, the body will be reborn at any time!

Although there are thousands of methods of physical cultivation left by the prehistoric world, the only one who can do this is this mystery.

In addition to delaying one's energy and distracting one's understanding of the balanced path, what are the disadvantages of practicing this function?

Actually, there are no. Overall, there are more ways to save your life.

Or, how many years have you practiced?

From then on, the Six Saints rushed to Zixiao Palace to discuss the matter of enthroning the gods. These decades were a rare gap.

Li Changshou hesitated for a few days, but finally made up his mind to adjust the supervision level of the Heavenly Court, the Immortal Alliance, and the Lintian Palace to the lowest level he could accept, and began to think about the eight or nine mysterious skills.

This thought was fascinated by the fact that I couldn't extricate myself.

Li Changshou gave up the previous insights obtained from "practice casually", carefully pondered them from the beginning and realized them carefully, and almost reached the point of being a waste Yun Wang'e.

In addition, his frequency of walking out of the secret room was greatly reduced.

Every time Ling'e sees her senior brother, she finds that she is either frowning and meditating or meditating. It is rare to concentrate on her own practice so much.

‘Senior brother, have you... encountered a bottleneck?’

Ling'e thought so, and could only burn a few more incense sticks in front of the master's tablet, wishing her senior brother a quick breakthrough.

By the way, Ling'e temporarily sacrificed her own practice and took the initiative to help her senior brother pay attention to the affairs of the Immortal Alliance, and share some minor chores for her senior brother.

What shocked Ling'e was that her senior brother's condition lasted for more than ten years!

Senior brother is thinking about how to become a saint?

Are you going to kill three corpses?

What a porch it would be to be able to stuck the bottleneck of the senior brother for more than ten years!

Ling'e became more and more worried.

Fortunately, Li Changshou did not go into seclusion for a long time. He would go out every few months, handle various affairs, and guide Longji to practice several times.

Although Ling'e was worried, she didn't dare to ask too much, for fear of putting more pressure on her senior brother.

In the sixteenth year of practicing the eight or nine mysterious skills seriously, Li Changshou began to refine some spiritual pills, began to take a medicinal bath, began to practice some ordinary swordsmanship, gunsmanship, boxing, and began to arrange some thunder, fire, water, and wind kill formations, and then walked into the formation like a leisurely stroll, enjoying the bombardment of the formation...

On this day, Li Changshou had just walked out of the killing formation outside the Danfang. He was refreshed, his eyes were clear, and there was a faint smile on his lips. He was deducing the wonders of the Eight and Nine Mysterious Technique in his heart.

Finally I realized again that I realized the comfort of being careful before becoming an immortal...

"Teacher, senior brother?"

"Um?"

Li Changshou calmed down, looked at Ling'e, who was wearing a training suit next to her, and said warmly: "What's wrong?"

"Senior Brother," Ling'e asked worriedly, "Are you stuck to the bottleneck for too long and your heart is a little unstable?"

Then, Ling'e came over and helped Li Changshou rub his arms, saying softly:

"In fact, there is no need to put too much pressure on yourself. Practice is in no hurry.

The immortal card has hundreds of bottlenecks in its cultivation, and there are many people who have been there for thousands of years. Senior brother, you have been stuck for more than ten years, which is very common."

Li Changshou:...

"I'm actually practicing a mysterious skill," Li Changshou said seriously, "This mysterious skill has reached the later stage. It requires the power of heaven and earth to temper the physical soul. I just use the formation to make a coincidence."

Ling'e blinked: "Xuan Gong?"

"Here," Li Changshou handed over a jade talisman, "The gift from Empress Houtu contains some annotations in it. You don't have to practice, just look at it."

Ling'e asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother, I am too poor in qualifications, so I can't practice?"

"No, this technique requires some hardship and does not have much effect on you," Li Changshou said, "and if it is not controlled properly, it will become... a clever figure."

Ling'e shook her slender hand and stuffed the jade talisman back into Li Changshou's hand. She immediately took three steps back and clasped her fists at Li Changshou.

"Goodbye, no need, thank you for your senior brother!"

Li Changshou smiled without saying a word, took back the jade talisman prepared for Yang Jian, and said, "Go and call Lingli over."

After saying that, he floated back to the pill room with his hands behind his back, preparing to open the furnace to refine the pill that enhances the strength of his body.

Soon, Ling'e hurried over with Xiong Lingli.

Li Changshou asked Xiong Lingli a simple question.

[Do you want to become stronger?]

Xiong Lingli nodded decisively, and her cute face whispered with a little expectation:

"Cousin, I am a fool in my cultivation of the soul. I can't understand many principles. I haven't become an immortal after so many years...

Hehe, I can't really fast, I'm sorry."

Li Changshou stopped busy in his hand, took out a wine pot in his arms, and smiled:

"You already have the blood of the witch clan, but now you have practiced the Tao for a long time and have indeed proved that you cannot walk this path."

Xiong Lingli sighed in disappointment.

Ling'e hurriedly said, "Uncle Lingli, don't worry. Senior brother said this, there must be a way to help you strengthen your strength."

"Yes," Li Changshou pushed the wine pot in his hand with the immortal power, "In this, half a drop of the essence and blood of the ancestor witch was dissolved, and it was the most stable and gentle essence and blood of Houtu.

I have calculated that this is the limit you can bear.

Next, you can drink this wine every month and practice this set of exercises at the same time."

While speaking, Li Changshou took out two scrolls from his sleeve and spread them out of thin air in front of Xiong Lingli.

"To facilitate your understanding, I have made the operation path and various cultivation tips of my body into pictures, which you may understand?"

Xiong Lingli nodded heavily, her eyes full of excitement.

So, decades later.

...

It has only been three years and four months since the Taoist ancestor decided to go to Zixiao Palace to discuss the matter of enthronement of the gods.

Li Changshou has been practicing steadily in the mountains for decades, which makes Ling'e quite happy...

On this day, Li Changshou finished his research stage of the eight or nine mysterious skills and officially left the seclusion. He found Ling'e, who had just finished enlightenment by the lake. He told Ling'e not to go out, and he had to go out if he had something to do.

Ling'e's mouth twitched gently and muttered a few words:

"Senior brother, what you should worry about now is not that I am going out, but that someone is coming to our Xiaoqiongfeng."

"Oh, you said it's not bad."

Li Changshou sighed softly and looked at the 'mountain' by the lake... that had emerged at some point.

"Um?"

Feeling Li Changshou's gaze, the top of the mountain hundreds of feet high slowly twisted, revealing an extremely huge "cute face".

Xiong Lingli!

She was squatting on the ground, raising her arms hundreds of feet long and extremely thick, and shaking her "slightly" at Li Changshou.

The "boo shouting" like a muffled thunder exploded by the lake, bringing layers of waves on the water.

"Cousin~Brother! You're out of the way"

Ling'e couldn't help but hold her forehead with one hand, and Li Changshou felt all kinds of gratitude in her heart.

Fortunately, under the influence of the essence and blood of the ancestor witch, this guy no longer needs to eat, otherwise Xiao Qiongfeng would go bankrupt a few years ago!

Li Changshou asked loudly: "How do you feel recently?"

"I've become stronger, and I've become stronger!"

Xiong Lingli was full of joy and said in detail: "Didn't you say that you would like to go to Heaven to be a gatekeeper's giant god? When will we go there?"

"Just wait for you to achieve the method of change," Li Changshou put his hands in his sleeves, admiring Xiong Lingli's majestic figure, and was filled with admiration.
Chapter completed!